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Never yet, love, in earth's lifetime,

Hath any cunningest minstrel

Told the one seventh of wisdom,

Ravishment, ecstasy, transport,

Hid in the hue of the hyacinth's 5

Purple in springtime.

Not in the lyre of Orpheus,

Not in the songs of Musaeus,

Lurked the unfathomed bewitchment

Wrought by the wind in the grasses, 10

Held by the rote of the sea-surf,

In early summer.

Only to exquisite lovers,

Fashioned for beauty's fulfilment,

Mated as rhythm to reed-stop 15

Whence the wild music is moulded,

Ever appears the full measure

Of the world's wonder.